Anna
@isitwild.bsky.social
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Photographer | Videographer
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Photographer | Videographer
Asian nights.
Nights in borrowed cities where glass and steel reflect lives that are not yours. The air hums with a silence too orchestrated to be real, the streets too clean to hold memory. You walk through them, unclaimed, a misplaced thought in a place that forgets as soon as it sees.
Nights in borrowed cities where glass and steel reflect lives that are not yours. The air hums with a silence too orchestrated to be real, the streets too clean to hold memory. You walk through them, unclaimed, a misplaced thought in a place that forgets as soon as it sees.
February 12, 2025 at 9:30 PM
Asian nights.
Nights in borrowed cities where glass and steel reflect lives that are not yours. The air hums with a silence too orchestrated to be real, the streets too clean to hold memory. You walk through them, unclaimed, a misplaced thought in a place that forgets as soon as it sees.
Nights in borrowed cities where glass and steel reflect lives that are not yours. The air hums with a silence too orchestrated to be real, the streets too clean to hold memory. You walk through them, unclaimed, a misplaced thought in a place that forgets as soon as it sees.
January days-life is good, life is strange, and maybe… so am I.
February 4, 2025 at 2:27 PM
January days-life is good, life is strange, and maybe… so am I.
And everything felt just right.
February 3, 2025 at 11:58 PM
And everything felt just right.
